The people, the media and the hospitals of the subcontinent are all preoccupied. Health personnel seem to be working overtime with hands tied behind them… a battle so one sided that it resembles a cricket match…. A no win situation, as usual for us. As laymen we do not know anything about these fevers except that they hurt…and that they kill…. Let us hope India finds a solution for these exotic sounding fevers.
SHASHI’S WORDS: MEXICO, DENGUE, CANDLE
The power failed for the third time. The ceiling fan groaned to a halt. Yadav lit a Tortoise coil in the flame of the candle near him. Though it was warm, Yadav drew the shawl around him, covering himself head to toe, leaving a tiny opening for his nose. His body seemed to be on fire and his joints hurt. He felt as though someone was playing drums inside his head. BOOM, BOOM, TOM, TOM, TOM, BOOM, BOODEE, BOOM! He held the sides of his temples. THUD…THUD…DHUD….dhud…dhud… the intensity reduced with the pressure he applied. Still someone seemed to be dancing a wild number inside his head.
Sounds like conga drums, he told himself….On second thoughts, he decided, no they are bongos…… He was of logical mind. Conga drums were for African dances and Bongos for Spanish …..Since he suffered from dengue and not chikungunya, it had to be bongos… Everybody knew that Chikungunya was donated to India by a few stowaway carrier mosquitoes from Africa …..Someone in his village even said that those who suffered from chikungunya talked in African dialects in delirium. But, his doctor had told him that he suffered from dengue. Who had brought this? The name sounded Spanish. He remembered reading in the paper that a Mexican freight ship had docked in the harbour recently. For sure, dengue came from Mexico. Mexicans used Spanish, no? Dago mosquitoes brought Dengue!
What a funny name for a fever! He mused. In good old days fevers were called flu or malaria or (even if it was difficult to spell) pneumonia…! Dengue! What a funny name! First of all no one knew how to pronounce it. Some called it ‘deng’, others called it ‘dengu’, yet others ‘dengi’.
Angrezi was such a funny language…. Koyi logic vogic hai nahi yaar! A-R- G- U-E was ‘aargyoo’. T- O-N- G-U-E was ‘tung’ and D-E-N-G-U-E was ‘ dengi’….What language! No consistency, yaar! But, deng, dengyoo or dengi…..hai tho bada pahuncha hua bimaari! AAHHH! He writhed.What pain!
Who was it that said , ‘ A rose by any other name would smell as sweet’? He knew for sure his 9th grade English teacher had always said it…. But Sharmaji was quoting some phirangi….. Phirengi…. Dengi…. Dengi…. Phirengi….Very rhythmic. Arrey Wah! He was also getting poetic. What is that now? ‘A fever by any other name would kill as much!’ Ha ha ha ha… he chortled. Suddenly the import of his words struck him…As he became quiet he felt the boom boom inside his temples…. But that was not the only thing he heard…Ngggggggg came the sound of a mosquito. Definitely African, he thought in alarm! Can a person get chikungunya when he is already suffering from dengu… dengi… or whatever? His reasoning nature quizzed. Then his irrepressible sense of humour made him wonder immediately; ‘What will they call my fever then?’ ‘ Chikunengi? Or Dengungunya?’ Oh oh! He realized with horror that a mosquito had landed on the tip of his exposed nose. With rage he swung a fist at his nose.
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